Thursday, April 30, 2015

Poetry Month Gone Dark: S.B. Lacroix’ Crazy Lady Stew

S.B. Lacroix’ Crazy Lady Stew ~ from her book, "A Dark Quill" read by Viktor Aurelius.



S.B. Lacroix

S.B. Lacroix writes poetry and fiction - on the dark side. She is a native New Englander and lives with her husband, their son, a yellow dog, a grey cat, and several figments of her imagination. She believes music is better than therapy, writing is essential to sanity, and introspection is a powerful muse. When she's not writing, she works as a secretary for her husband's business, wages war on dust bunnies, and enjoys viewing life through the lens of her camera. She also frequents the realm of social media. You can find her on twitter, facebook, google plus, and youtube.

For more information or to contact S.B. Lacroix, please visit: http://sblacroix.wix.com/sblacroix

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Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Poetry Month Gone Dark! Rich Orth's Killian's Curse



Killian's Curse! ©Rich Orth 11/23/13

Whence a witch falls in love... Let no man put asunder
Fall in love with another...Beware fire, brimstone, lightning, thunderFor cursed ye shall be
So a story begins...no end to which one can retreat

Accursed...meandering amongst the trenches
As corpses pile high and stench rises
Soulless one amongst an empire of pyres
Feeds the flames as Death proceeds..door to door
Tis Killian's Curse...he of the undead
Treading where all fear the dread..
Dread of Hell upon this earth...
For this plague eats away...sinners of this world
Sanctimonious afterbirth
Disposable flesh unfurled
Tis Killian's Curse...he of the undead
Treading where all fear the dread..
Dread of Hell upon this earth...
Dread of dying and possible rebirth
For in this time of dying..
Only Killian continues on...
heaping the reaping...
From Dusk til dawn
Tis Killian's Curse...he of the undead
Treading where all fear the dread..
Dread of Hell upon this earth...

Rich Orth

A Poe disciple, Rich Orth is a dark poet from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. He also writes lyrics for rock/metal band Demon Boy.

His work can be found at the Amazon link below or by clicking the Poetry Girls book cover.

You can get Rich’s new audio book with 53 poems for $9.99 at  PayPal ....his  email is rrockhopper@hotmail.com
Message him  for other pay options....


Rich Orth


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Monday, April 27, 2015

Poetry Month Gone Dark: Paulette Forshey's One Thirst Entwines & Gray of Shades


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Happy Birthday, Paulette!

One Thirst Entwines by J. Paulette Forshey

Least you misunderstand my need,
To sweet caress my tongue does plead,
One gentle nip and a hunger may feed.

Nourishment of life through me does flow,
Upon a body's and mind's strength I feast.
Dark and rich over lips, I savor your glow,
Toward a beckoning call some name beast.

Ecstasy's tremble in my arms you feel, not fear.
Fragrant breath from your soft mouth, or mine?
A sigh of blissful surrender as I draw you near.
Once two hearts beat, now one thirst entwines.

Innocent no more by Eternity's kiss.
A shared Immortality's lustful bliss.

Gray of shades by J.Paulette Forshey
I dream not in color,
nor, black and white.
I dream in shades of gray.
For is not all the world
gray of shades?



Paulette lives in a small Ohio town with her husband, a Princess Basset Hound and a Papillon who think they own her place. Her mornings belong to her writing, her days are spent loving their eight grandbabies, and her nights belong to the love of her life, her husband, the real inspiration for her heroes. She's a member of Romance Writers of America, Central Ohio Fiction Writers, Northeast Ohio Romance Writers, and the Fantasy, Futuristic & Paranormal Chapter of RWA.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Poetry Month Gone Dark: Claire Marie Petty's The Darkness


Claire Marie Petty’s The Darkness

The day never turns bright,
darkness is the light.
The light of life,
the light of love,
the darkness above never ceases.
The darkness above only increases.
I want to run,
run with the guardians of this darkness.
Live in their light of ways,

love to the ending of days.

Recently married, Claire is both a paranormal investigator and a radio show host.

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Monday, April 20, 2015

Poetry Month Gone Dark: DS Scott's Witch


Witch - © D. S. Scott - 2015

I am torn and bloody, whipped with birch
While you all sit and watch from your holy perch
Safety from an evil one, you look for and search
Thinking you will be protected by some church

I must find humor because I know otherwise
Your actions thought to save, will bring demise
To the ways of the world, you will soon be wise
I promise you this, I will tell you no lies

You cry and rage that the devil dwells inside
This simple truth, I will not try to hide
I am his servant and I must always abide
Up to the last moment when I have died

He is the true leader of your dear universe
And he giveth to me the power to curse
So you shall see, I will make it all worse
I will cast such spells, that have no reverse

Throughout my trials you covered me in pitch
You set me on fire and threw me into a ditch
Finding you couldn’t burn me, you called me witch
And your tactics for murder you had to switch

Trying to get rid of me, you cast me into the moat
You tried to drown me but all I did was float
Finally, you cast amongst yourselves a vote
And decided upon the fate of rope ‘round my throat

Now as I walk, I look up and see the gallow
Below, meant for me, lies a grave so shallow
Some think to the ways of the world I am callow
But the ground I walk is something to hallow

At last, the time has come for me to hang
I let out a shrill laugh followed by a harangue
Then as the rope snapped tight, bells rang
And all around people went and sang

At last you have finally gone and killed me
But all along these were my plans for thee
I swear, Lucifer shall come back for you all to see
Even God himself cannot stop what is to be

Satan himself will come back, you fool
He will not be confined to some burning pool
Putting me amongst you, he used me as a tool
I have simply paved the way for his glorious rule


 DS Scott's Bio:

When D. S. Scott was fourteen, a friend suggested he write a short story. He began writing and immediately took an interest in it. A couple weeks later he finished and was surprised to find how much he enjoyed writing it. In the years since, Scott has written in several genres but has found a particular interest in horror and suspense. He enjoys writing poetry, short stories and has started on a novel. Finding writing to be a creative outlet, he kept with it and followed his goal to publish.

He currently lives in North Carolina with his dog, Bandit.

Links:

Sulfur & Silk - D. S. Scott - Writer - Facebook Page


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Saturday, April 18, 2015

Poetry Month Gone Dark: Damien Reaper's World's Got No Soul

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Damien Reaper’s World's Got No Soul

They got you slaving everyday
Filling you with so much hate
And too tired your barley alive
To see the war around us
Brainwashing you its freedom

You will March till you die
Drink and abuse while you cry
Left to wonder the question why?!
Why not hold the gun to head?!

Watching Fox News
Seeing the planet go to hell
Another daughter gets raped
A Homicidal killer waits in his cell
10 kids found dead in Iraq
Justin Bieber drugged out and he fell

World's got no soul
Can't you hear its death toll
How Sad you' blind to the truth
It's worst than an internet troll
There's no hope for us all

They got shining keys in your face
As millions go unfed or surviving
But you have a say or choice
I say something is wrong with this
Where is your voice?

You will March till you die
Drink and abuse while you cry
Left to wonder the question why?!
Why not hold the gun to head?!

Watching CNN
Heroin is number 1 in the Midwest
Police beating a man to a bloody stump
Do you feel safe knowing he died?
Hey did you see Millie's rump?

World's got no soul
Can't you hear it's death toll
How Sad you' blind to the truth
It's worse than an internet troll
There's no hope for us all

Damien is an actor and poet. He can be contacted @ DamienReaper.com and MAULMonsters.com

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Damien’s bio: In 1998 Damien Reaper was from the mind of 15 year old kid that was was raised by a blind mother, grandparents, Heavy Metal, cartoons, tv sitcoms, Pro wrestling and horror films. He wanted to be Larger than Life version of what was inside of him. He's has 3 Haunted House Families which was Dungeons of Delhi, The Dent Schoolhouse and the Traveling group MAUL, All 3 have been successful and Damien was apart of beginning of all 3. The Damien Reaper character has no limits of what it is, Does matter what it is? or who it is playing it? It's about passion.
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Thursday, April 16, 2015

Poetry Month Gone Dark: Paulie B Roe's Life is Hard



Paulie B. Roe’s Life is Hard

Everybody has their lows
Everybody has their highs
Everybody has values
Everybody needs a lift

Tough times really happen
You can’t understand
The struggle that I’m in
Money doesn’t come easy

Nothing seems right anymore
I’m living in a black hole
Getting sucked further and further
Away from the good times

That I’ve worked for my whole life
I’m so sorry it’s like this
I’ll make everything better
Nothing going to happen

I’m always going to be here
Everybody goes through this
I’ve dug a hole
But I’ll find a way out

I’ll always love you
No matter what we do

We’re gonna fight this together


Monday, April 13, 2015

Poetry Month Gone Dark: Coralie Rowe’s Bloodied Masses


Coralie Rowe
Coralie Rowe’s Bloodied Masses

The tide has turned, now they fall
Demonic creatures victorious
Bodies lay spent
Blood seeps
Gore lies upon the ground
Arms and legs have been rent
Intestines flow Slimy silvery snakes
Oozing rancid defecations
Coating the landscape
A macabre imagery
Of twisted moaning piles of flesh

Part corpses of the severed
Try to claw and crawl
Dragging, a blood slick trail
The sound of agony
The screams of annihilation
Carry clear in the crisp air
The heat of battles dies
Along with the dissipating heat
Of the bloodied masses

The blood hazed crowd
Watching this violence
Howl for more
Jeering as one almighty monster
They are unrelenting, one voice
MORE .. MORE.. MORE

The killing field is cleared in haste
The dead and dying
Stacked atop another
A tilted pile of flesh and bone
Marbling together

The writhing mob grows impatient
Awaiting the next installment
Of blood curdled screams
The demolition of bodies
The dissection of life
This gruesome game
Perpetually plays on

Coralie Rowe is new to the writing scene.  Previously being a baker by trade, now a mum. Rowe found an interest in writing poetry, and has been published in several horror anthologies recently.




Sunday, April 12, 2015

Poetry Month Gone Dark: Rich Orth's Necrophagous Beast


Necrophagous Beast!©Rich Orth
'Neath befouled skies
Pennies cover deadened eyes
Abscessing malicious lies
Garnatured copious disguise
Cannot conceal sin within her soul

On world's stage.... masque unmasked...
Unleashed upon.... audience unwitting
She stood upon proscenium
Bowing to false accolades
Vanity applauding at her right
Capriciousness cheering to her left
Whilst prowling behind downed curtain
Awaiting final act to commence
T'is horror yet unleashed
Darkest beauty within...
Within she...necrophagous beast
Gratifying frenzy
In climactic feast
Taste for adoration
Devouring to appease
Hunger deep inside her
Desires pandemoniac release
And so, show must go on
Sacrificing humanity....
Each curtain call....
Capitulating to her divinity

'Neath befouled skies
Pennies cover deadened eyes
Abscessing malicious lies
Garnatured copious disguise
Cannot conceal sin within her soul

Rich Orth's Facebook Page
A Poe disciple, Rich Orth is a dark poet from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. He also writes lyrics for rock/metal band Demon Boy.


A Poe disciple, Rich Orth is a dark poet from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. He also writes lyrics for rock/metal band Demon Boy.

https://www.facebook.com/richorth




His work can be found at the Amazon link below or by clicking the Poetry Girls book cover.

An in depth interview with Rich Orth can be found right here on DeThroe's Dark Fiction: 


http://www.amazon.com/Rich-Orth/e/B00D5SKHKM


His work can be purchased at the Amazon link below or by clicking the Poetry Girls book cover.


Rich Orth Interview

An in depth interview with Rich Orth can be found right here on DeThroe's Dark Fiction: 

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Saturday, April 11, 2015

Poetry Month Gone Dark: Damien Reaper’s Gods, Devils, Mankind and Freaks

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Damien Reaper’s Gods, Devils, Mankind and Freaks

These lands will bleed red
Tainted by death of sinners
My Mother and Sister are dead
their blood is on your hands!!

You'll feed the Reaper
I am the soul Keeper
You lives will pulse
Inside my rage

Darkness will cover the Light
Forever you shall live in Fright
Remember my name in terror
I am Humanity's death Bearer

Oblivion and Damnation
Paradise is out of reach
Rules broken by Deviation
I'll rip this whole thing apart!

Gods, Devils, Mankind and freaks
Vengeance will be mine!
There will there will be no end
Listen to me Creator I will offend..


Thee!!
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Damien Reaper is an actor and poet. He can be found @ 
Damien Reaper’s Other Side of Imagination


Damien’s bio: In 1998 Damien Reaper was from the mind of 15 year old kid that was was raised by a blind mother, grandparents, Heavy Metal, cartoons, tv sitcoms, Pro wrestling and horror films. He wanted to be Larger than Life version of what was inside of him. He's has 3 Haunted House Families which was Dungeons of Delhi, The Dent Schoolhouse and the Traveling group MAUL, All 3 have been successful and Damien was apart of beginning of all 3. The Damien Reaper character has no limits of what it is, Does matter what it is? or who it is playing it? It's about passion.